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Maxilocks
Jared had had to tackle a feline the size of his hand that had decided curling up on top of important documents in a Professor's office seemed like a fantastic idea and, uncharacteristically, stepped into the Practice Hall several minutes late.
His green gaze scanned the place, landing on Ellie.
"Ellie," he greeted.
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Finally.
Ellie looked up at the Professor expectantly. She wore a small smirk on her face, but didn't say anything by way of greeting.
Bad book, remember Professor. This is what folks in the bad book get.